St. Simon 3 - Rock and Roll Journalist lyrics

It may come as no surprise A critic's paid to criticize So when you meet me on the scene You're gonna ind out what i mean I've got a pencil in my fist I'm a rock and roll journalist Once I tried to cover real news But my editor refused It seems I didn't have any sk** And it looks like I never will So I wound up as this I'm a rock and roll journalist These are the facts of life though you may try to scoff You cannot please everyone but you can piss everyone off So when the weekend rolls around, I can hardly wait I don't know too much about art but I know what I hate Once I tried to learn to play guitar But I never got very far So when I write the way that I do I try not to let the envy come trough But you're on my black list I'm a rock and roll journalist Ever before your band has reached the first chorus I'm already looking up words for "distaste" here in my thesaurus So when the weekend rolls around, I can hardly wait I don't know too much about art but I know what I hate I speak for the kids or, at least, so I am told So please don't mention that I'm 45 years old 'Cause you may have heard this before and it is no lie The pen is mightier than the sword when I'm jamming it in your eye Your band could be a success But it could come to so much less And someday you're gonna need a friend To set aside his poison pen And my a** is waiting to be kissed I'm your rock and roll journalist